In my excitement to finish a pair of socks, I found a great trick! You make one sock noticeably shorter than the other. The knitting goes much faster that way. I should have known something was wrong when the Fool, who tried these on (and who gets to wear them if he can stand the size differences. If not, I'm going to have to find, well, not a guy with one leg shorter than the other ... probably a guy who can't see so well. Or two guys with one leg each?) said, "Wow, this one is nice and long! And this one is ... ha ha ha!"
Anyway, should anyone want to replicate this design, it's Lorna's Laces in Pioneer, in a pattern from Charlene Schurch's "The Little Box of Socks." It's a really easy slip stitch pattern that makes a cushy fabric that reminds me of waffle-weave long underwear, a pair of which I wish I had right now, as it's 20 below out there with the wind chill. I went to Target last week to see if they had any long johns, but they were out of the bottoms and only had the tops. Oh well. I could order some online, but I know if I do, I won't need them for the rest of the winter.
Dang. Those socks are really off-kilter. How did I even do that? I held the second one up to the first one and everything. Maybe the stitch pattern compresses? Maybe the Fool failed to pull one up completely?
Jamie in his snowsuit, bundled up inside the Fool's coat for the walk to the car.
Angus helped the Fool with the pictures by leaping on his feet and biting his toes. The Fool likes this one best -- "Look! You can see his fangs!"
Speaking of fangs, Jamie is growing teeth. I can feel one breaking through his gums, and a second one next to it looks like it's about to come through also. He drools a lot more, and seems a little crabbier, but otherwise is handling this fine.
In more crafty news, this is a gorgeous baby quilt my cousin Ann sent Jamie. If it looks somewhat like the quilt on the bed already, it's because I saw a bed-sized version of this quilt at my Aunt Grace's a few years back and came home to create my own interpretation. It's six-inch squares of Japanese indigo fabrics (which I adore), reproductions and antiques, sewn in a grid. When I spread the baby quilt out to photograph, Angus immediately assumed that the blog would be more interested in him and obligingly posed.
OK. Off to pack. The three of us are heading out off on a trip soon, somewhere long underwear is totally unheard of, which is weird, because we are not usually the kind of people who head for warmer climates in the winter, unless you consider Ireland in February to be a "warmer climate." Which it is, but it's not exactly tropical drinks on the beach, y'know?
Anyway, I dither.